Walk the Borderline

Ghoul is still, patient, and ears intently moved forward to listen. His ruby gaze assesses and watches the little red boy who clearly is going through something. Emotions that had flared enough to cause little Red to smush a dandelion under paw. A slight raise of the brow, a tensing of his lips, and a huff of air from his nostrils. Even the words from the pup’s mouth disappoints Ghoul. Was Medusa doing such a poor job that her own offspring were already this self-deprecating?

“Take a deep breath and let the frustration flow through until you’re calm,” the low rumble of his voice is deep in his chest as he continues to watch and pay attention to Red. “Were you attempting something?” His ruby gaze moves around now, looking about the plains, trying to deduce what had transpired. “Hunting?” Ghoul can see the scuff marks in the dirt. The faint scent of rodent lingering in the grass. “Do you want a lesson?” His words are straight forward, all business.